The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Any woman would be out of her mind to turn him down. He never dated; he never needed to. If he had, it would've made headlines; the media would have sold their souls for that story. What everyone knew, though, was his reputation: the consistent rumour of his legendary talent, for handling a woman's wildest, most private desires; the exact fantasy I was clinging to. Then one random night, there I was. Just another girl in a crowded bar, trying to catch the attention of a billionaire who never looked twice. I and the untouchable Aldwin Ellison. It worked. I caught his attention, but I was only hoping for a one-night stand. Instead, I became his so-called wife in less than a week. No courtship,

She would not even be surprised, they all acted weirdly, except Grandma, of course. She shook her head, she was watching too many true crimes lately. But her mind kept traveling to the image. She could just imagine how the news of her death would be reported on the TV news. An unwary Miami bride thought she had struck gold when she married the billionaire. Little did she know she know she would end up being chased in the woods at the next full moon for the symbolic bride porridge. And then the presenter, who looked like he might get sick, would go on to say the images were too gory to show.

“It’s…. worse.” I scrolled. Beneath the article, a tiny world full of snakes was having a party. She was the wedding planner, right? How convenient that the real bride ends up in a coma and the planner becomes the wife. Vittoria isn’t even dead and this woman is already sitting beside Nicholas? Classless. Maya Moguel looks way too comfortable wearing the De Castello name. From a Bali event girl to billionaire wife. Teach us, queen. There’s a little girl living in the mansion too, apparently. Where did that child come from?

she snapped again. “Didn’t I make it clear that the company is going down? If I had waited until you came back, do you think you would still have a home to stand in now?” our father shot back angrily. “I made it clear to you that marrying a comatose person isn’t worth it!” “But Alistair is awake! And now, he’s Isla’s husband! Tell me, how should I accept any of this?!” I stood rooted to the ground. My instincts were right all along. She came back because she wanted to be the one to marry into the Montgomerys.

Aimee attempted to drop her phone, but she heard the beeping sounds of notifications, and then made the mistake of checking it out; it was the internet going wild with stories of the latest couple in Mexico City, Christopher Bridger, billionaire heir to Bridger Empire, one of the biggest and most successful empires in the city, and his stunning wife, Ashley Grander. Aimee rolled her eyes. “They are always exaggerating things! Ashley is definitely not stunning,” Aimee said to herself, but she was unable to take her eyes off the picture the paparazzi had managed to capture when they were saying their vows. Aimee almost flung her phone in anger and jealousy. “That should have been me, not her!”

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

Chapter 4 Let’s get married Prince Sinclair Miller sat in the restaurant, waiting for his supposed bride to be to arrive at the location too. Though the restaurant had been reserved only for this purpose but it still felt a bit stuffy to him. If Sinclair hadn't been forced to come, he wouldn't have showed up at all but he didn’t have any choice. This marriage is important for the whole state. The merger between the Miller and Harrison companies must move forward. And if it is delayed, the state would have to suffer for it.

Her white dress was covered with blood. "I don't care if you married me for money. If you want money then I will give you my everything but I will never let you leave me. You belong to me. I know I am a heartless man. A heartless billionaire. And you Belong to the Heartless Billionaire. Grandmother and William were always right about you. I was wrong. But now I want to start a new life with you. You gave me a life today by saving me. Now I want to spend this life with you. Only with you. Because you are mine. Only mine."